the Eye of Mr. Jones, that ſhe now happened to have on her Right Arm this very Muff.
She was playing one of her Father’s favourite Tunes, and he was leaning on her Chair, when the Muff fell over her Fingers, and put her out. This ſo diſconcerted the Squire, that he ſnatched the Muff from her, and with a hearty Curſe threw it into the Fire. Sophia inſtantly ſtarted up, and, with the utmoſt Eagerneſs recovered it from the Flames.
Though this Incident will probably appear of little Conſequence to many of our Readers, yet, trifling as it was, it had ſo violent an Effect on poor Jones, that we thought it our Duty to relate it. In reality, there are many little Circumſtances too often omitted by injudicious Hiſtorians, from which Events of the utmoſt Importance ariſe. The World may indeed be conſidered as a vaſt Machine, in which the great Wheels are originally ſet in Motion by thoſe which are very minute, and almoſt imperceptible to any but the ſtrongeſt Eyes.
Thus,
